Tuesday, April 06, 2004

Jack and the Jacknife

Surprise gently brushed her features
With the scarlet hue of blood
Or maybe it was anger.
"I'm sorry"
And that was that
Paraplegic tendancies
Won't mask a weakened heart
"You always try to hard"
Talk, askans
Like a predator
Smoke-silent
Stalking through the forest
Keyed for the weakeness
I have none.
Or maybe I am all weakness
To provide a united front
From which to farwell.

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